Some Random Smut Collection(R18+)

Hilda loved being a champion. She loved all of the prestige that came with it, loved the endorsements and the attention and being praised as a teen prodigy. A girl power icon. It was everything while it lasted, the only problem was that it didn't last, and once she was out of the champion's throne, she was left distinctly aware she'd peaked early and was left without a ton of direction left. There were still endorsements and still praise; ex-champions never truly left the public eye, and she'd have ceremonial appearances and magazine covers for years. But it was way the fuck more boring to be left without much to fill her time with.

Nobody ever talked about ex-champion life and the realities of it. There were jobs open to ex-champions, but they were hardly the most glamorous. They did pay well, though. With ex-champion qualifications, they actually paid so well that once her initial reservations over the situation and the lack of profile subsided, Hilda realized she had maybe struck paydirt.

The absolute best money for a successful, famous trainer with a proven record for making it to the big times was as a full time mentor and coach to aspiring champions. Usually to the children of very, very successful businesses. Children of parents with big money who wanted to buy the best advantage they possibly could. It was sometimes pretty intensive full time work; the biggest money by far was in one on one training, including potential travel, to mentor one single kid. Which was what Hilda found herself doing now, sitting at camp across from Alan.

Alan was an awkward teenager. A geeky boy with a withdrawn quiet to him and a way of acting that made clear that he wasn't really sure of himself in just about anything he did. Shaggy black hair slightly overgrown, big glasses, hands always in the pockets of a bulky hoodie over his tall and spindly frame. There was a lack of confidence to just about all of his interactions with Hilda, one that was born from having clearly grown up the isolated rich kid privately taught everything. His mother was a real estate mogul and his father owned the Big Stadium in Nimbasa City. They had the big money and had a desire to get Hilda to mentor him at virtually any cost. Any cost. Hilda was enticed in by those words, and talked herself into one hell of a deal. A big salary and expenses for travel paid for. She couldn't believe it.

Too bad he was an absolute mess of a trainer.

Hilda was doing her best with Alan. She really was. He was almost beginning to come along as a passable trainer, too; she helped him zero in on the best Pokemon around the region to capture and train up, something that involved a lot of travel and a lot of food tourism that wasn't on her dime. With his team set up, he was deep in training, and starting to get a good bond with his Pokemon. It was working out and coming together, but still it needed more. She was determined to try, determined to keep it going and to bring on something powerful here, but it was still going to be a while, so she went into the next step: getting him a badge.

As much as she hadn't wanted to consider all of it before now, Hilda felt like there was some pressure on her. She was spending  a lot of his parents' money to make their con a contender, at least as of right now, he wasn't really built for any of that. She had to find some way to get him to shape up as a trainer, and had to find some way to get across that he was growing and getting somewhere. Unfortunately, Hilda knew she was going to need to take things into a pretty drastic place to get that to happen.

She knew the way Alan looked at her. Whenever she bent over, his eyes fell right onto her gorgeous ass in her tight jean shorts. Hilda filled her signature outfit out a lot more than she used to, and she wore it constantly still, wanting to keep up the look and wanting to hook people in with the certainty it was really her. Alan's eyes were all over it any time she wasn't looking, completely hopeless and fixated on his gorgeous tutor and on eyeing her. Hilda wasn't too much older than him, but she was absolutely 'older' enough to make him a bit more embarrassed and excitable with it, struggling to deal with the way he burned with utter fixation at her. This was a lot. Too much.

But it was Hilda's way in.

"Are you excited about tomorrow?" Hilda asked. It was the night before he challenged the Striaton City gym. The eve of Hilda's first gym challenge, she slept in a sleeping bag outside of the city and ate jerky. The eve of Alan's first gym challenge, Hilda sat in a restaurant, devouring her way through a thick burger and a generous portion of fries. It didn't seem like Pokemon training to her, but she kept her mouth quiet on that part.

"Yeah," Alan said, slowly eating his way through his pasta without looking Hilda in the eye. "I think so." He gave the faintest little shrug at the whole idea.

Hilda knew it was exactly the gesture she wanted. "You think so?" She wanted to see how far she could keep nudging this, feeling confident in what she could keep getting. "You should be more confident than that."

Another shrug. Alan remained awkward and uncertain, lingering against the insanity of this situation and wondering what to say or how to prepare for this. "I'm doing my best," he said. "But I don't know if I can do it. I've beaten some trainers, but what if it doesn't work out?"

Hilda did her best to suppress the smile on her face as her eyes looked Alan up and down a few times, weighing her options before saying, "There's no shame in losing to a gym leader. it happens, all you can do is learn to get stronger. But if you're still not sure, then maybe you just need the right kind of encouragement." Leaning in close, she made sure to give a little dramatic flourish to the gesture of her dragging her fries through the ketchup puddle on her plate. "If you win the match, I'll suck your cock."

The awkward teenager burst into new life at the remark, his eyes widening and his entire body seizing up with sudden, almost violent surprise, clearly not ready for these attentions or for the suddenness of her offer. "Really?" he asked, lighting up with no diea what to do or what to make of it. Everything changed in Alan, and Hilda knew it was all to her benefit.

"Really," she replied, voice rumbling in hungry appreciation for the situation before her. "You beat the gym, and I'll give you head in the hotel afterward. This isn't a joke, but you do have to promise to keep it from your parents."

"Deal!" The hasty reply made Hilda giggle. Alan was a pent up nerd, clearly a virgin unable to deal with the suddenness of getting so excited and so needy. He looked at Hilda with his cheeks flush and a blatant sense of pure excitement rumbling through him. The awkward boy clearly had a burning want that didn't really go away. His unbelievably gorgeous and famous mentor was the hottest girl to ever spend this much time with him, and he'd fantasized a lot of times about this. But now there he was, excitable and eager. "In my room or yours?"

The question made her laugh a bit more. It was such a funny thing for him to be caught up on. "Either one will do," she said. "Just go out there tomorrow and do your best."

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Alan held the badge proudly in hand, although he was having a pretty tough time actually looking at it as he marveled at the sight of Hilda suddenly on her knees in front of him. "I really did it."

"You really did it, stud. You got your first gym badge, and now, you deserve your reward." Hilda couldn't believe that her promise had worked. Not only had Alan killed it in facing all three brothers running the Striaton gym, but he had battled downright flawlessly. The brothers weren't much more difficult to beat when Hilda first beat them. They were the 'easy first' gym for a reason. But for Alan, who wasn't a prodigy, this was a big deal, and Hilda wanted to reward him accordingly for it, wanted to make sure she was able to give him that attention. "You won your badge, now you get to lose something in return."

She was as sultry as could be as she reached into his jeans, as she gently pulled his cock out from hiding and got to finally set her eyes upon it in all of its glory, not sure how she was going to take it but oh so very ready to find out. Hilda was plenty experienced, and in her mind, plenty prepared to deal with everything he was about to reveal to her, and she knew she'd be able to take just about anything he threw at her.

Just about anything except for the cock he showed off to her so suddenly.

Hilda pulled out Alan's cock, and her eyes slowly widened in dawning shock as she beheld the utter insanity of marveling at the huge cock before her. She almost slapped herself in the face thanks to a slack-jawed lack of guiding it at all, simply not having thought there'd be much to guide until it was before her. Long. Thick. So impressive and so unwieldy that she didn't know how to handle all of it, except to ask aloud, "Have I been traveling with this dick nearby all this time?"

"I hope it's not too small," Alan said, still consumed by nerves and panic, shifting about in uncertain and worried heat. He didn't know what to make of this, didn't know how to handle any of these pressures.

Hearing none of these concerns and not wanting to even pretend she was going to take it slow, Hilda pushed abruptly forward to suck his meaty cock down, and without hesitation began to work up and down his cock. She didn't want to waste another moment, diving in to slurp and slobber on his incredible with dick with little to no idea what she was doing or how to contain all of it. She just knew to move forward, to take him down deep and savour the sloppy passions pushing her. Drawing back, she moaned, "Your cock is huge, Alan! Do you not realize that?"

"It's what?" Clueless and really not sure what to make of that, Alan really didn't know what to make of her words. Hilda was so forceful and certain with them, and he felt himself growing panicked under her touch. "It's big?"

Everything became so much different for Hilda as she sucked him down. His huge cock filed her mouth up and hit the back of her throat, leaving her delirious and hungry as she pushed on harder, ready to give in to whatever she could and ready to embrace the unrelenting bliss of just not giving a shit about anything but letting go. This was the kind of cock she would have been dizzy and desperate to suck on just given the chance to at all, but with the weight of all these weird thrills over this mess, Hilda had extra reason to go all out and to push on harder, tending to Alan's cock ad seeking to make him feel the joy of his victory.

"Champion Hilda is on her knees giving me a blowjob in my hotel room," he said, gasping and squirming where he sat. The shaggy nerd boy had no idea what to make of this attention, and Hilda's every push forward made him feel a lot of things at once. None of them were emotions he felt ready to feel, and the throbbing, growing heat of this spectacle left him unclear on how to respond to this, but he knew he wanted to keep giving in to it, knew his desire for more was going to pull him in deep. "This is amazing." This was the stuff of fantasies. The stuff of Alan when he was alone and masturbating, but it was all real now.

Hilda knew she was probably making his dreams come true. With how he looked at her, it wasn't particularly in question. It didnt' matter. She sucked harder on his dick, praising him with the utmost desire and desperation, wanting to make sure she got the point across and wanting to make sure that he was powerless against what she wanted from him. The unrestrained joy of giving up and pushing forward brought on a lot of wild pleasures all at once, and Hilda knew she could keep pushing him along. Her relentless and sloppy praise for his huge cock kept her so happy and so fiery, wound up with only one goal in mind, and every push forward brought on more and more pleasure to be appreciated.

All of this sloppy, greedy attention made him clench up, the shock of Hilda's oral praise leaving him startled and with absolutely no diea what to make of this. This was a lot, and Alan found himself clenched up, sitting on the edge of the bed marveling at what she was doing, trying to figure out how he wanted to respond to these feelings while fumbling dizzily through the panic and confusion of having no clue what to do with any of this. "That feels really good," he groaned, squirming in place, trying to make sense of these volatile emotions and how weird they all felt, his body shivering with a brightening, excited sense of pure desire and want. It was a lot, and the sensations of his buttons being pushed was just too much.

Working from his head down deep along his shaft, not quite deepthroating him but definitely considering it, Hilda let lose a flood of attention and excitement, hand stroking the base of his shaft to keep up the praise and the fire, wanting him to feel everything she could push forward with, craving these satisfactions and loving what he was able to embrace. There wasn't any sense to this, just the hunger and the forward pressure of giving her what she needed, of letting the pleasure push him to the limit and induce something utterly insane within him. Letting him feel the fullest extent of her passion was all Hilda wanted now, and she sought to bring him over the line without a shred of clam or care in the world.

This was too much for a panicked virgin like Alan. Every fantasy coming to life proved too ferocious for him to handle, and he couldn't resist himself. "I'm cumming! Oh, fuck. Hilda!" He threw his head back and his cock erupted into her mouth, gushing its thick, salty load deep into her mouth and making Hilda reel in the joyful aftermath of what she'd just felt. It was a lot. It was probably too much. She didn't fucking care. She wanted more of it, and she wanted this to be everything she wanted. Taking on the flood of cum into her mouth, she prepared herself, and she began to swallow down every drop of what he wanted from her, her dizzy push forward a show of wanton joy, and there was no shame or sense in giving in to this.

After all he'd succeeded in, Hilda knew he deserved to have her swallow it. She downed his seed, moaning around his shaft and gulping down way more cum than she was ready for, before drawing back and staring up at him with burning, glittering delight. Spit strands connected her lisp to his dick even as she pulled back, and she felt the burning confidence keep her tightly in place. "Holy shit," she whined. "Alan, your cock is amazing!"

His big glasses already made his eyes look larger than they were, and the words coming from the most gorgeous girl alive in his eyes left him even more excited and shocked. "Really?" he asked, as if she hadn't just gone all out on his dick. "I didn't think it was that big."

All of Hilda's preparations had been for the idea that Alan was going to need some gently urgings toward finding confidence as a trainer. Now, with the aftertaste of cum clinging to her palate, she was faced with having to build him up in a very different way. "Alan, any girl would be overjoyed to take a cock like this," she whined. "You shouldn't be afraid of it."

"Any girl at all?" he asked. His cheeks found some colour, and he tried to think about how to best put into words the things he was feeling and the ways he was starting to burn.

The only answer Hilda could give to that was to pull back and undo the zipper on her jean shorts. "Any girl," she repeated, swaying her hips and starting to wiggle out of her shorts, letting them slide down her long legs. "I want you to lie back on the bed. I know I said all I'd do was suck your cock, but I think a boy with something like that deserves more of a reward." She hooked her thumbs into her panties next, and watched as the captivated boy scrambled up the length of the hotel bed to get into a better position to take this, the utter awe on his face leading her to believe he was in disbelief over all of this happening. It was adorable, and it only made her burn with even more excitement and delight at the possibilities before her.

Hilda shed her panties and advance with purpose now upon Alan. She had only one goal in mind, and every step forward felt like a chance to express it even more vigorously and more intensely. Her thoughts were singular in nature, precisely fixated on getting at this boy and taking his virginity, and crawling up onto his bed bottomless but otherwise still wearing her white top, black vest, and hat, she was unmistakably Hilda, and unmistakably coming for him. "I'm going to take charge, but if you feel like getting bolder, I would love to let you get in control and take me for a spin," she purred. This was not the education his parents were paying her for, but she was far removed from care in the heat of the moment.

Alan did nothing to object to this as Hilda took his cock in hand and sat herself nice and comfortable down onto his lap, her voice caught in dizzy moans of pure delight as she sank onto him. "Wow, that feels really warm. And wet." Alan was out of his mind. The nerdy boy had only ever really learned about sex from porn, having no idea about things of any real importance or gravity, and he was powerless now in the face of all these wild delights, confused and chaotic desires all having a profound and immediate effect upon him. Hilda was really doing this. Really sitting on his cock and riding him.

Up and down her hips worked in singular, forward, greedy delight. She had only one goal in mind, and she was unafraid of pushing on for it, throwing herself into chaos and unraveling ruin, prepared to do whatever she could now for the sake of throwing all sense to the wind. "Your cock is so big," Hilda moaned. "I'm not just saying that. You're filling me up so much!" Even if it wasn't a lie, she was laying it on a little thick just to excite him further. Hilda saw her avenue to motivating Alan now, and she took greedy advantage of his new excitements and the way he fixated on her. This was going to be how she did it. This was the key to success.

Watching Hilda bouncing atop him brought on a lot of fierce and wild pleasures, ravenous emotions that kept him confused but very excited, needing more of these pleasures and not caring about anything else now. The weird, wild thrills of giving in all took him in a way that felt too insane to be real. There was only pleasure here, only the bizarre and senseless pulse of pure joy. There was a steady and hungry thrill to all these pleasures, a steadily rising rush of desire and lust to keep contending with. It didn't seem real. But it was real.

Everything Hilda said was real. Under her guidance, he was getting to be a better, sharper trainer, with a team of Pokemon who he was able to work in concert with and grow closer to. He had his first badge, and now, as her amazingly tight pussy squeezed around his cock, she was moaning his praised in another way. He believed all of it, and for the first time in his life, he felt a wild injection of pure confidence, a relentless and overbearing swell of joy that pushed him to understand the reality of this situation and what was upon him. He was able to see it clearly now, able to appreciate all the insane realities of this treatment. It felt too good to believe, but with each certain push down, Hilda proved it right, threw herself at him with singular intent.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her down against him. "If you love my dick so much, then moan louder!" he said. Alan had only his knowledge of porn to carry him, but he suddenly felt the push to speak up. "Is this the best dick you've ever had?"

"Arceus, yes! This is the best cock I've had in my life, you're such a stud, Alan!" It was her turn to be shocked again. Hilda didn't know where this sudden confidence was coming from, but Hilda had every reason to want to push it on harder, to keep him giving in to this. "My ex boyfriends all seem small now that I have your huge dick inside me, and you can cum inside if you want. I always made my exes wear condoms or pull out, but you've earned this!" That bit was a lie, but that was okay; Hilda had told plenty of truths to get what she wanted, and now, he was off to the races.

Relentless slams from below started up. Alan was getting into this, and he found his footing with a lot more ease than Hilda expected him to. He clutched her hips tighter, working toward the messy finish inside that he craved. "I'll make you feel better than you ever felt before." Hilda's wanton moaning and hazy delight all seemed so real and so blatant, and it helped push him to give up to what she begged for, to meet the weird and ferocious demands of someone completely stripped of sense and restraint. This all felt completely mad, and he wanted only to keep going into this, to keep pushing harder along for the sake of getting what he wanted. There didn't need to be anything here that made much sense. There only needed to be pleasure. Only needed to be the kind of senseless, beautiful joy of something that did not ever want to stop.

With all these pressures driving him into a new sort of madness, Alan felt the best orgasm of his life up to that point rush up through him, and he didn't shy away from letting it all out, didn't hold back a second of these bizarre and ferocious pleasures. He just owned it, throwing himself into wild overdrive and accepting the messy satisfaction of going all out. He filled her pussy up, and Hilda's gasps of senseless, delirious bliss rang out bright and in complete surrender to these ravenous needs. Alan did it. Alan came inside of the former champion of Unova, and she was moaning his name as she rode out her climax.

"Let me fuck your face!" Alan gasped. He hadn't meant to. Even after he said it, he had doubts on if he should have, but the words were there, an expression of him wanting to take charge.

And it was just what Hilda wanted to hear. "I would love to," she moaned, pulling off of his dick and stumbling back. She set herself down on her hands and knees over his lap, eyes wide as she stared back down at his cock. Still hard. Still ready. "How do you want it?" she asked, expecting him to want her on her knees, and definitely expecting his idea of fucking her face was likely to be a bit tamer than she was ready for.

Which made it all the more startling when Alan grabbed hold of her head and yanked her all too suddenly down onto his cock, offering no warning for the suddenness and the burst of fierce aggression that followed. He pulled her right down his cock, clumsily forcing her to throat him, and he wasn't surer what he was doing as he gripped her ponytail and began to hammer upward, but Alan was ready to take every cue he could from all the porn he'd watched and use this gorgeous girl in his bed as hard as he could. This was a lot to take on at once, the pleasures fierce and weird and sudden, maybe too wild to make any sense of.

Hilda could only gag in response, eager and startled and needing to give up to these pleasures even if she had absolutely no diea what to make of these things. Every pulse of senseless heat inside of her directed her immediately toward ravenous delight and a pleasure she was powerless to fight, but she felt more ready now than ever before for this. Her hands grasped Alan's waist, and she stabilized herself as best she could to take him on, knowing that this excess was something ferocious and insane, but also knowing that she loved every second of letting him use her like this.

The chance to give in to these pleasures almost felt too good to believe. With each of his relentless thrusts down her throat, Hilda felt the fullest, wildest extent of his touch wear at her, but she didn't care anymore. She let him do whatever he wanted to her, moaning her way through this sloppy adoration and the messy passions he could offer her. This was a lot. This was too much. It didn't matter. She held her ground and let him do to her whatever he wanted, knowing that it was only going to help him in the long run, as bizarre as this was.

"I'm facefucking Hilda. You were the champion of Unova, and now you're choking on my dick! I feel so fucking strong!" This didn't seem real to him, but the pleasure was overbearing. The harder he gave in to this, the better he felt, and there was just no reason to let up. Relentless upward strokes of his hips made his heavy balls smack against her chin, adding a percussive intensity to her messy and sloppy sucking noises. His cock was slathered in her spit, thick strands of it clinging to his dick each time it yanked back, and she sucked clean every inch of her cunt off of it.

"If this is what winning feels like, I need to win more often!" Alan shouted. His head rolled back, but he kept his eyes utterly glued on Hilda, on the way she took on his cock and savoured it. Her gorgeous and piercing eyes stared up at him with the most loving and wanton delight, a pleasure that she was all too happy to keep pursuing. "Will I be able to facefuck you next time I win a badge?" He didn't let up to actually let her answer that, keeping her sucking and struggling along with this. 

Hilda couldn't believe she was so readily and so hopelessly throwing herself into this, but it felt better and wilder and messier by the second. She needed this, and she didn't care about restraint or sense, didn't hold herself back for even a moment of these ravenous pleasures. Everything about moving forward, about pursuing more, and she was happy to spiral into raw chaos as she succumbed to it. The pleasure swelled with outrageous pressure and ecstasy, with a blistering need to give in, and there was simply nothing left to do but let him have her.

With a hard, fierce groan of delight, Alan yanked back. "I want to cum on your face!" he shouted, cock pulsating and erupting as he blew his load right all over her features. Hilda shuddered and heaved and held herself nice and tightly in place to receive this all, ravenous and vocal as she took every drop of his load like a champ. She needed this, and she was powerless to help herself, throwing everything into total disarray and accepting that this was all she really knew how to do in this state. "Fuck, this is so good. Let's go again. I want to fuck your perfect ass!"

Hilda wasn't even really given much of a chance to think about this. Alan simply circled around her and grabbed her hips, getting into place with a fitful energy that left Hilda a little dizzy given just how hard his cock still was. The idea that he was still so eager and so hopeful brought her a wild sort of excitement, and she stuck her gorgeous ass up into the air for him, wanting more and wanting him to really push her. "Do what you want," she cooed, ready to see where this all went and ravenously hopeful it would be something special. "Do whatever you want to me." She felt dizzy and overjoyed, ready to feel whatever more he wanted.

Burning up with relentless joy and knowing what he wanted next, Alan slammed forward, burying his cock right up Hilda's ass and embracing the most reckless and dizzy of pleasures, a hungry spectacle that kept him eagerly thrusting forward, kept him craving more and wasting no time in seeking it. He had to keep going, knowing what pleasures awaited him if only he kept pushing on for more. Her ass was tight, but he was happy to change that real fast with the merciless slams forward, stuffing his way deeper into her.

"If you keep winning, you can have my body," Hilda moaned, pressing back against his lap, offering herself up as a prize. Hilda had spent a good while not wanting to be a prize or anything of the sort. But there she was, offering up her body to this teenager, letting him fuck her and submitting to his big dick. Everything Hilda should have been against became the grand spectacle of a pleasure she couldn't resist, savouring every second of what hit her and needing to spiral deeper down. This didn't feel wrong to her either; Hilda was excited and desperate and loving every weird and dizzy second of giving in fully.

The throbbing heat pushed faster on. Alan didn't want this to stop. He worked quicker and greedier at the panics pushing his limits. He didn't know how to deal with it, and he felt better, stronger, burning up with a ravenous rush of utter satisfaction. This was a lot. It was too much. Harder she whined, moaning and bucking her way through complete surrender. Hilda was where she wanted to be, letting go of all restraint and all the even faintest illusions of control. Hilda thrived here, loving every second of getting driven to the limit, letting all of her wildest moans loose and embracing this deeper.

Alan didn't know how to handle what he felt, but he knew enough to keep it going, savouring the control he felt and the dizzy thrills of pushing her further along. There wasn't anything to do but let it all take him, and he felt better and better about giving up to this as the seconds ticked down and he embraced all of his most hungry and most ravenous intentions. There was no good reason to contain this, only the burning thrill and passion of trying to make her give up. He knew he wanted more, knew he craved it more than anything, and to have Hilda's ass bouncing in his lap and expressing the most dizzy and insane of pleasures was simply too good to believe.

"I'm going to win more, so I can fuck you whenever I want!" Alan shouted. His body heaved in completely delirious and chaotic bliss. The joy of pushing harder forward brought on a lot of confusing feelings, a lot of pleasures and passions to try and make sense of that really didn't leave a moment for sense. This was too much and too weird, and every shove forward felt weirder than the last. This was too much, and he didn't try to contain himself or resist the pleasures he gave up to harder. It was too much, too fiery and powerful and delirium-inducing. He wanted it, and he was happy to continue pushing into all of this.

There wasn't any hesitation on Hilda's part now. She wanted this, and she simply let go of any care or restraint for the realities of these spectacles. The pleasure burned her through to her core, and she welcomed the pleasures as they came, the possibilities for surrender and desperate delirium that drove her into complete madness. Shrieking and gasping in pleasure through absolute joy, Hilda let him have her, let the pleasures drive her into mad delirium and hopeless joy. She wanted this, and he welcomed the pleasure that simply nothing was going to let up.

Having her ass fucked a potent climax, Hilda knew this was going to be a lot more regular in the time to come. She let go without hesitation, moaning and bucking in ecstasy, allowing herself to give in and embracing it all. "Cum in me!" she moaned, letting this awkward teen turn into an aggressive stud claiming all three of her holes. It didn't seem real, but there she was, giving in to the impossibility of this situation.

"I'm going to be the greatest trainer alive!" Alan shouted, having motivation at last and driving his cock right into her. He met this chaos, pumping into Hilda's ass his fourth and final load of cum in a row. There was no sense left in hi; he just embraced this, let the pleasures push him on, and he was happy to give her everything he could, to fill her up and drive Hilda over the line. It was perfection. It was insanity. He loved every second of this, and it changed him, it turned him into something different, something ready to take her by storm.

As Alan pulled out, Hilda remained slumped down with her ass in the air, trembling and feeling his cum ooze out of both her holes at once. She couldn't believe she had spent three months training this kid up with conventional methods to little avail. Now that her body was on the line, he was going to be Unova Champion. She just knew it.